Archive for November, 2010

The Challenges of Writing Romance in First Person

PhotobucketIsland of Icarus, my steampunk romance, is told completely from the perspective of Jonathan Orms, a professor of biology from 19th century London. Although I wouldn’t have written Icarus in any other way, when I look back now I realize, “You know, writing romance in the first person…can be pretty challenging.” A lot of tension in love stories is built around experiencing both characters’ feelings—giggling as the characters dance around each other.

Her: He must find me hideous, because he is so much more beautiful than I am! Let me avoid eye contact.

Him: Oh, she wants nothing to do with me. She doesn’t even look at me.

Her: God, his hand is so warm on mine. Can he feel my pulse quicken?

Him: I can feel her body stiffen. Why does she hate my touch?

Interactions like these have me clutching the book and mentally screaming, “Come on, guys! Get with the program! You two are DROOLING over each other!” Unfortunately, this kind of interplay is lost in first person narratives. There was at least one scene in Icarus that I had to alter because the narrator would not have noticed a significant look that his new friend gave him…but I wanted the reader to!

Writing a first person romance in a Victorian voice was an even greater challenge. While I don’t mind 19th century writing, it’s easy for it to turn into a train wreck. I think my editor would roll up my manuscript and whack me on the head with it if I tried to write a paragraph-long sentence with six semicolons. Trying to maintain my narrator’s prim Victorian voice but not lose the integrity of my own writing style was a balancing act. It was also a lot of fun.

Despite the challenges, I was completely set on writing Island of Icarus in the first person. Maybe it’s because I’m crazy, or maybe it’s because I prefer the first person. Heck, maybe I prefer the first person because I’m crazy. Really, I love seeing the world through someone else’s eyes and speaking with his voice. I think it makes the narrative more convincing; I’m not an author telling a made-up story, I’m the character sharing my experiences!

There is also a story-specific reason I chose first person for Island of Icarus. Icarus was inspired in part by The Island of Dr. Moreau, a Victorian novel written in the first person. I wanted to preserve the same personal element of adventure and discovery in Icarus.

Of course, there are tricks to write romance in first person—like alternating the narrative. I think Maggie Stiefvater (author of Shiver) and the other two Merry Sisters of Fate do this best, as in this story. I tried this in my short romance, Fear of Darkness, to a lesser extent (but most of it is still told from one character’s point of view).

By telling Icarus solely from Jon’s point of view, I do regret one thing—not being able to explore my other hero, Marcus, in greater depth. Marcus is an interesting character—a talented surgeon and engineer who just can’t sit still. He always has to explore, to tinker, to build. He is sociable and charismatic, yet he lives alone on a deserted tropical island. I wanted to know what it was like to be inside his mind—especially when he first meets Jon!—so I decided to write a “deleted scene” just for him. It takes place near the beginning of Icarus, so you don’t need to worry about spoilers. I invite you to read it at my website!

Enjoy!

Love, fangs, and fur ^_^

–Christine, who is oh-so-enjoying a freak South Florida cool front

www.christinedanse.com

@dansedesirable at Twitter

I Love Free Reads

PhotobucketThe title says it all: I love free reads.

Okay, easy to say. Who doesn’t love something free? I know I do. Free pizza in the Student Union? I’m there! Free tote bags for Nurses’ Week? They look just like the ones they gave us last year, but all right! Free on-line short stories? AWESOME.

There’s definitely a thrill in receiving something for free. Certainly, my bank account is thrilled. But saving money isn’t the primary reason I love free reads. In fact, I often donate money to the authors or buy a hard copy, if it’s available.

Wait, what?

Yeah, I’m serious. I love free reads, even though I usually end up donating money or buying the story, anyway. It works kind of like this: I feel like I’m getting something for free (wa-hoo!) and if I donate I have the satisfaction of being a good person.

Sooo…um, why do I bother with “free” reads at all? In a word—freedom. By not engaging in a monetary transaction before I read a story, I feel as if I have the freedom to choose stories that I really love. As I get older, my free time (what free time?) shortens, and I’ve gotten very, very picky with my selection. I won’t spend time on a story that doesn’t hook me right away, and so I am hesitant to spend money on a story that’s just going to sit on my shelf. Also, I am simply more inclined to read a story if it’s free, which exposes me to authors I wouldn’t have discovered otherwise—and endears me to them. They’re giving stuff away for free? They must be awesome people!

All right, so now that my editors probably want to kill me for writing this blog entry (I’m trying to sell a book—what am I thinking?), I would like to introduce you, the reader, to four short pieces of fiction that I am offering completely free of charge online.

My motives are simple. First, as much as I love receiving things for free, I do also love to share. Second, I am hoping that you will enjoy these stories enough that you will consider purchasing Island of Icarus or future titles by me. Third, I hope you will spread the love and share these stories with your friends, your coworkers, your family, the neighbors—anyone and everyone who would enjoy them. As long as these stories are not altered, as long as they are attributed to me, and as long as you do not charge money for them, I encourage you to link them, email them, print them—anything you’d like!

1) Pushing the Bell #1: Regarding the Events of One Sherlock’s Scandalous St. Valentine’s Day. My first piece of steampunk erotica, written for Valentine’s Day 2010. Late one Valentine’s evening, Jeremy arrives home to find his lovely wife missing and must use his deductive reasoning skills to follow the clever trail she has left for him. Of course, finding Annette is only half of the problem! In order to rescue her from a train speeding to Paris, he must submit himself to her lewd and lascivious demands.

2) Pushing the Bell #2: That Dratted Affair with the Dream Engine. A loose sequel to One Sherlock’s Scandalous St. Valentine’s Day. Annette has a “surprise” for Jeremy—a surprise that involves a rather occult machine called a “dream engine.” Apparently, the machine can record and play back dreams, and there is a special dream that Annette would like to share with Jeremy. This is the first story to introduce my steampunk world’s supernatural elements.

3) Fear of Darkness. A demon is loose in 19th century San Francisco, and Alena Swift—expert in the occult and supernatural—has been called to dispatch it. Of course, there is one little problem. Alena is deathly afraid of the dark, and this demon feeds on fear. Alena’s mysterious hunting partner, a man she calls “Shadow”, joins her on her chase through the misty city. Although he hides himself in shadows and refuses to let her see him, Alena trusts this man with her life—and not just because his voice makes her shiver deliciously. But now Shadow has abandoned Alena in pitch darkness—and the demon is stalking her.

4) Marcus. A “deleted scene” from Island of Icarus which explores the point of view of my other hero, Marcus. A sweet prelude to Icarus, and a little look into Marcus’s head. No worries, there are no spoilers!

I hope you enjoy!

Love, fangs, and fur ^_^

–Christine

www.christinedanse.com

@dansedesirable at Twitter

Why “Island”? And Why “Icarus”?

PhotobucketIn high school English, when I learned how to examine literature for images, themes, and symbols, I never thought that one day I’d be digging into my own stories for them. For the most part, I am not conscious of these things as I write. But when I look back, I find them.

For instance, Island of Icarus takes place on a deserted tropical island. When I wrote Icarus, I only knew I wanted it to take place away from society. Now, I understand that this is because Icarus is a story of inner discovery and change. The characters are isolated because their conflict takes place inside of them.

Of course, “away from society” could have been anywhere: the English countryside, the Appalachian Mountains, or even the heart of London itself. (After all, you can be surrounded by people but still remain isolated.) So why a rainforest island paradise? For one, it’s romantic and exotic! I love the idea of a mountainous island with cloudy peaks and lush foliage. What’s hotter than green trees, thick ferns, white beaches, and misty mountaintops? It’s a far cry from dark, stuffy, drizzly Victorian London, where most steampunk like Icarus takes place. (Well, the drizzly part is kind of the same–it rains a lot on the island!) It is also the perfect setting for my two loveable science geeks, Jon and Marcus, to have fun and explore. A rainforest is like a toy shop for us science types–so many things to seek and discover!

Oh, yeah. And Icarus is loosely inspired by H. G. Well’s The Island of Dr. Moreau, so that’s another reason it takes place on an island. Mind you, there are no mutilated talking creatures in my story, but the main character, Jon, is shipwrecked on an island with a mad scientist—well, a pleasantly eccentric scientist, anyway. I love reading old Victorian Era stories and playing off one of the themes or characters. My current work in progress, a steampunk menage a trois, was inspired by the traveling waxwork show in Charles Dickens’ The Old Curiosity Shop. Instead of a waxworks show, though, a married couple travels about with a “mechanical model” exhibit with something like Walt Disney’s animatronics inside—but they’re steampowered (of course!). I am sure that the old curiosity shop itself holds stories for me, too.

The “Icarus” part of Island of Icarus refers to the Greek myth of Icarus and Daedalus. As the story goes, the master artificer Daedalus and his son, Icarus, were imprisoned in a tall tower because of dangerous knowledge they possessed. Clever Daedalus crafted two pairs of wings from wax and feathers and taught himself and his son to fly. Before they took to the air, Daedalus cautioned Icarus not to fly too high, as the sun would melt the wax. After a time, the boy forgot his father’s warning and flew up, up, up until the wax melted and he plummeted to the ocean below.

All right, so it’s a bit of a depressing tragedy, but it’s one of my favorite myths. Like Daedalus, my character Marcus is an innovator and an artificer. He is fascinated with flight and is crafting his own clockwork wings from metal and wood. Actually, he’s a bit stuck on the project until Jon shows up and helps him with a few important details. And like Icarus, Marcus sometimes ignores better judgment, risking life and limb for the joy of discovery!

Has anyone else found an unexpected use for knowledge gleaned from their high school English Literature class?

Love, fangs, and fur ^_^

–Christine

www.christinedanse.com

@dansedesirable at Twitter

Van and Derek’s Mix Tapes

If you were around when Carina launched, you might remember the playlist for Her Heart’s Divide.

If you weren’t, you may not be aware that making mix tapes is my favorite way to avoid writing. I have been using this as a procrastination technique for a long time. How long? Good grief, I still call the result of the process a “mix tape.” There is an entire generation of humanity in possession of driver’s licenses that has never even seen a cassette tape.

At any rate, if you’d like a little insight into Vanessa and Derek, the heroine and hero of Her Kind of Hero, let me present to you the mix tapes they made for each other inside my head.

You can see that they are both hopeless dorks, but in different ways.

Vanessa knows more show tunes than anything else, but she’ll listen to anything and knows not to inflict show tunes on people who never did show choir. She’s big on singing along with the radio very, very loudly. Her husband convinced her to check out the alternative station in college, and in this part of Virginia it’s hard to not hear country music.  So, it’s fair to say her tastes are eclectic – but when she falls in love, it’s the hits from her adolescence that bubble up in her brain.

(Warning: “Freak Scene” drops the f-bomb a few times, so don’t blast this one at work without headphones… or at all if that word offends you.)

(If the widget doesn’t work, try http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/playlist/Van+s+Playlist/39086834)

Derek grew up listening to country music, and still tunes in when he’s doing chores. But long evenings alone have given him lots of time to explore broader musical horizons. He didn’t entirely escape the clutches of popular radio, but Derek is far more complex than he first appears, and that shows in his mix. At the same time, he’s so completely over the moon for Vanessa that his mix teeters perilously close to sappy. Fortunately, he’s self-aware enough to throw in that classic by The Cars, which saves the whole thing.

(If the widget doesn’t work, try http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/playlist/Derek+s+Playlist/39087317)

I just love to think about Derek sweeping out a stall, hearing “Gimme That Girl” through that battered old radio he keeps in the barn, and picturing Van.  /sigh

If there’s a song you play when you want to think of someone you love, please share it in the comments!

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The Hero and The Princess Bride

There’s a recurring bit in Her Kind of Hero about The Princess Bride. That’s Derek and Vanessa’s favorite movie of all time, and they’ve seen it so often they can practically recite it.

That’s because I think it’s the most romantic movie of all time. Yes, I’ve seen Casablanca. Pfft. The Princess Bride still has the all time champ spot in my heart.

Side note: As some of you may know, there is a phenomenon whereby women living in close quarters will… sync up, shall we say. So, when I was living in a women’s dorm in college, there would be regular – I daresay “monthly” – occasions where there would be a whole pack of us feeling irritable and weepy. On one of these occasions, we had the bright idea to send our boyfriends out to Blockbuster and bring us back popcorn and candy and a copy of TPB.

The men were not really paying attention, because there were five of them and five nineteen year old males in the lobby of a women’s dorm must fight off estrogen poisoning. They do this by emitting enormous clouds of testosterone in the form of horseplay and penis jokes. In due time they left, and eventually returned.

With a copy of “The Prince of Tides.”

This is not the same thing as “The Princess Bride.” At all. What we visited upon those half-grown men would probably be classed as assault in this kinder, gentler age, but they had it coming.

Anyway, if you have dork friends, or if you’re a dork like me, you’ve heard quotes from this movie. “You killed my father, prepare to die.” “Have fun storming the castle!” “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” “He’s only mostly dead.”

There’s one other quote that always stuck with me: “Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”

When I was writing “Hero,” I didn’t know how it was going to end (except for one key image I won’t post lest I spoil the book for you). I definitely didn’t set out to have The Princess Bride as a recurring motif. As a matter of fact, when I needed to have a movie playing in the background of a scene, I threw TPB in as a placeholder rather than indulge my usual practice of “stop writing and spend an hour surfing the internet for the exact perfect thing.”

As the characters developed in my mind, I realized that my favorite movie was the perfect thing for these people. I really believe every man has a little Westley in him. Every man can be a hero in the name of true love. And by the time I got to the end of the story, I knew that one more quote from The Princess Bride would be perfect.

So, tell me, what are your favorite movie lines?

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Back For Round Two!

I am so thrilled to have a second novella out with Carina Press. Yes, the process was so much fun the first time that I totally wanted to do it again.

Honestly, y’all, it was more fun this go-round, because I knew what to expect. All of the people on the Carina/Harlequin team weren’t just mysterious names anymore. I knew my editor, the fabulous Melissa Johnson, well enough to know that the margin notes were going to be as much fun as the text. (I also knew that she wouldn’t let me screw up, which gave me the freedom to stretch and take some risks as a writer.) I knew the cover art would be fantastic, that the production values would be top notch, and that no matter what kinds of silly questions I had, someone would know the answers.

So, in no particular order, thanks to (deep breath) Melissa, Angela, Aideen, Malle, Tara, Carly, Emma, and the rest of the team for making publishing such a great experience.

I also want to thank all of the other CP authors on the loop, on Facebook, and on Twitter. No matter what time it is, someone is awake and saying something interesting, something supportive, or something just plain hilarious.

And finally, I really want to thank the early bird readers who’ve flocked to this new venture and picked up my stories. I’m not someone who writes for its own sake – the fun lies in your taking the trip with me. Thank you so much for being here, and coming back for more!

You can get an excerpt of Her Kind of Hero over on the book’s page – check that out first (that one’s from the very beginning of the book), and then come back here to get a little bit more:

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It was close to noon when the hammering noises woke me up. I traced the sound to my own deck and bounced out of bed. No one but Derek would have even noticed the loose railing, and no one but Derek would care about fixing it.

Sure enough, it was Derek working away. He was bent at the waist, facing away from me and checking to make sure the new piece of railing was exactly level. I was admiring the view. Derek had a fantastic ass. Most men don’t start with much of an ass, and the older they get, the more likely there’s a straight drop from belt to boots.

Not Derek. I’d always noticed how well he was built, but a few months ago an idle observation turned into a fantastic solo fantasy. Some combination of well-worn jeans and physical exertion worked their magic on me, and so it was that Derek was the first man to attract my attention since I’d lost Luke. And Derek’s attention to me was undeniable, for all he’d run out on me last week. He had a way of not looking at me that was like another man’s full court press.

He made a tiny adjustment to the two-by-four, and firm curved muscles moved with him. I had a sudden image of myself slipping my hands into his back jean pockets and giving him a good squeeze.

“Mmm-mmm,” I said.

Derek threw me a startled look, but he didn’t drop the new railing. He didn’t look back at me again either, not until the final nail was driven in and the toolbox was repacked. Then he smiled at me, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“May I come in?” he asked.

I went in the back door. “Of course you can,” I said over my shoulder. “Coffee?”

“Please.”

We sat in the warm kitchen, drinking in silence. When he finished his cup, he moved to stand, but I reached out and put my hand on his arm before he got out of range.

“Der, what happened last week?”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, and he swallowed hard. But he didn’t answer. I tried again. “I’d been having a nice time, and I thought you were enjoying yourself as well. But you left in such a hurry.”

“I had to go.”

“But why?”

“Van, I… I’m sorry.” He jumped up.

I followed him. “Was it me? Do you just not think of me that—”

“No!” He turned and faced me squarely. When he spoke next, his voice was low and powerful. “I have thought of you every hour of every day starting from the moment we met. If you hadn’t been my best friend’s wife, I’d have thought of you every minute. Don’t you dare even conceive the idea that I don’t think of you as the most beautiful, desirable woman who ever lived.”
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Rustling up a space cowboy

Silver Bound by Ella DrakeWhen I started writing Silver Bound, I found that the lead character, Guy Trident, was shaping up to be quite unusual. And I liked it.

Guy’s normal day-to-day is split between being sheriff of his small town and owner of a ranch on a planet that has been technology limited. But in a time of easy space travel when the wealthy live on lawless space stations, upholding the law sometimes takes him not just out of the saddle, but off-world.  He can rustle up some steer as well as steer a space shuttle. (“steer” get it? *groan*  I went there). He’s as comfortable living the small-town life as he is crossing the galaxy to make things right for Jewel, the heroine of his life. He might be on a space station, but he’s wearing his cowboy boots.

So can I help it if, while writing this story, I kept picturing a time in my past when I frequented a country bar and rode a mechanical bull? As fun as it was to climb up on that thing, I only did it a handful of times and haven’t done it since. It was a little scary, a lot of fun, and exhilarating. But here’s a secret, it was incredibly sensual for me. Did I feel slightly uncomfortable with those feelings in a bar with dozens of people watching me? Maybe a little. Maybe this is why I haven’t ridden one since. Maybe this is why I should hunt one down and take the husband on a date to a country bar.

But it helped me to imagine the feelings Jewel has when she rides an “air skate” with Guy when they’re young (picture something like a hovering skateboard with handlebars). How did I get from a mechanical bull to an air skate? It just works. It painted the emotions for the character Jewel in a real life way. At only thirteen, she’s starting to feel for Guy in ways she doesn’t quite comprehend, but riding with him gives her a heady freedom. That freedom of going on a ride without control of what you’re doing or how you’re getting there, and small feelings of sensuality heightening it.

For Guy, that air skate scene and others like it added to the flavor of a cowboy whose skills surpass ranching and into anything he can guide, steer, rope, or pilot. A cowboy, no matter where he is. Whether he faced a bull on the ranch, or a mechanical bull in a futuristic setting, I like to think he could take it on.

What about you? Have you done something that surprised you with a bit of unexpected sensuality? Like riding a mechanical bull, maybe? Or, have you done something that gave you a surprising rush or a strong reaction? Or, just tell me something fun you’ve done. Share!

Tomorrow (24th) at 11:00 AM (Eastern Standard Time) I’ll pick a random commenter to win a copy of Silver Bound!

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Ella Drake is a dark paranormal and science fiction romance author. You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, & Goodreads where she revels in to her love of romance with a flare of fantasy or the unusual.

This Week in Review World

I spend a lot of time reading in public: on the bus, in line at the grocery store, waiting for events to start. Unfortunately for the people around me, I am not a quiet reader. I laugh out loud at the funny bits, sometimes with my head tossed back and sometimes there’s an “OMG” thrown in there too. If they’re really lucky, I might mutter commentary as I go along. Yes, I am that crazy person on the subway.

Luckily for all of you, most reviewers blog their thoughts instead of broadcasting them to the entire bus. :)

The Kiss Test by Shannon McKelden – Seriously Reviewed

“I swear there were parts in this story that had me laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes and had to keep my legs crossed to keep from wetting myself :) It’s full of ups and downs. Dilemmas and eye opening experiences. All of which were well written and delivered in a manner that pulled the story together and rocked.”


Undeniably Yours by Shannon Stacey – RT Book Reviews

“This is the perfect contemporary romance! Stacey does an excellent job conveying each character’s emotional struggle as they attempt to bridge the gap between who they are and who the other person would like them to be. Readers will enjoy watching this highly relatable drama play out. Furthermore, the secondary romance between Kevin’s bartender and her ex-fiancee is both heart warming and hilarious. This story will leave you itching to get your hands on more of Stacey’s romances!”

Shall We Drown in Feathered Sleep by Michael Merriam – Amazon Member: Kenneth Mark Hoover

“In the hands of a lesser writer such themes would become maudlin and downright embarrassing. But Merriam protects the fragile beauty of his story, and the human strength of his characters, and delivers an ending that resonates and speaks of the wonder all of us can find in the corners of our lives.”


Sunrise Over Texas by MJ Frederick – Dr J’s Book Place

“This is a feast for the love of historical romantic fiction that embraces American history. I found it vastly entertaining. I read it from start to finish in one sitting. I highly recommend it and feel it is a worthy addition to this genre. I give this book a rating of 4 out of 5.”



Cover Copy Uncovered

by Tara Stevens, Harlequin’s Assistant Manager, Digital Commerce & Carina Press Acquisition Team

One of the things that lured me into my current role here at Harlequin/Carina Press (besides the free books) was the chance to be part of the acquisition team and try new things. I love reading the manuscripts our editors put forward and thinking of creative ways to market our stories. Writing cover copy? Well, let’s just say I still feel like a bit of a newbie at it… I know it will have to get done at some point in the hazy, distant future, but until then I go blissfully along…until I get The Reminder email from Jenny Bullough, our Carina Queen of Schedules & Organization. :)

The good news is that the acquisition team is so supportive and helpful providing constructive feedback that it really does feel like a team effort when it’s finally finished.

But I’ve skipped ahead, so let’s go back to the beginning. What is cover copy, exactly? A preview? A piece of promotion? Both, actually. I see it as an invitation of sorts, something that should tempt readers inside the book. How important is it to get it right? Well, along with the cover, it can make a huge difference between a potential reader pressing the buy button or passing it over for something else entirely.

The first thing I think of when I sit down to write cover copy is what makes the story interesting, unique and marketable. The hooks or tasty tidbits that will appeal to other readers and make them want to inhale the book in one sitting. This can be anything from a character’s connection to a historical figure to an unexpected setting to a fun and vivacious style of writing. Word count is also an issue since we have strict rules and must confine our creative masterpieces to 1000 characters or less (grrr…coding). So, not the place for book report-style ramblings then!

I also try to use active language and write in the present tense. Looking at other examples of cover copy I admire can also help because it makes me think about what I like about it. Sometimes I use shout lines or taglines when I really want to stop the reader in her tracks and make her take notice of the book.

Since real estate is so tight, I try to use language that’s strong, engaging and essential. Loquaciousness is good cover copy’s enemy. Sometimes I find myself slipping into a synopsis-style of writing, but that’s not what cover copy is all about .The point isn’t to tell the reader the whole story from start to finish, but to draw her in and let her discover it for herself. Ending on a zinger note is also important because it leaves the reader with no possible choice but to buy the book!

At the end of the day, crafting compelling cover copy is a real skill – one I freely admit to coveting (I’m looking at you Amy Wilkins :) ). It can be a lot of pressure to sell the book through your words, and condensing an entire’s story’s worth of characters and complexity into a couple paragraphs is tricky. What makes it worth it is when it clicks, you get it right and you’ve managed to pull the best elements of the book into one kick-ass blurb. But that’s just my take. What do you think makes the most persuasive cover copy?

Lying Eyes – Excerpt

I thought it would be fun to whet your appetite with a little sample from Lying Eyes. If you like what you read, you can go back to my previous post, take the quiz, and enter a comment for a chance to win you own copy of the story. For now, sample this…

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Blinking against the brighter daylight in the living room, Iris stumbled into the kitchen while still pulling on her bathrobe.

“Well now, if I’d known you were sleeping in the nude, I would have woken you up sooner.”

The male voice made her gasp. She fumbled with the sash on her robe, momentary terror already giving way to outrage. “Get out of here. Now!”

Mickey looked like a stalking jungle cat, his blue eyes sharp and clear behind the steaming mug he held just below his lips. “Oops, she woke up on the cranky side of the bed this morning.” From his perch on the countertop, he took a sip, as if he joined her for coffee every morning.

Wheeling about, she marched across the living room to survey the front door inside and out. Seeing no damage, she returned to the kitchen. “How do you keep getting in here?”

“Now, you wouldn’t want me to tell you all my secrets, would you?” He poured coffee into her favorite mug, added half and half until it reached that caramel color she craved and handed it to her.

He didn’t take commands, and she doubted she could scare him by losing her temper. “I’m not through yelling at you,” she said, accepting the cup. “Let’s just be clear on that.”

“A small price to pay. God, I knew you’d look good all mussed up.” He shot her a devilish smile.

Her body heated in response to his patent maleness in the close confines of her kitchen. He still wore last night’s black clothes, more rumpled now, smelling more of him than his woodsy aftershave. Their gazes locked, and for one crazy moment she thought he might kiss her. Even more frightening, she realized she wanted him to. Belatedly, she remembered she hadn’t brushed her teeth. She gulped some coffee, burning her tongue.

“Were you sleeping alone in there?”

Halfway through another gulp, Iris coughed and sputtered at his question. At least the caffeine was helping her to think.

“Easy there, tiger.” His smile softened while concern tempered his eyes. “Don’t drown on me. I still need your help.”

The hint of a softer side was scarier than his ruggedness. And the idea that he might need her—for anything—was too appealing for words.

“I was just wondering if Edgar was in your bedroom. There’s no sign of him out here.”

“Oh.” So he hadn’t been worried about her sleeping with another man. And why not?

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Super thanks to my editor, Deb, who made my first round of professional revisions such a treat.  Thanks for keeping my modifiers from dangling, for deepening the POV by removing my filters, for liking my word-choice when I recast sentences, and the smilies. Thanks for embracing the funny and the poignant sides of these characters–especially Edgar!

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Amy Atwell worked in professional theater for 15 years before turning from the stage to the page to write fiction. She now gives her imagination free rein in both contemporary and historical stories that combine adventure and romance. An Ohio native, Amy has lived all across the country and now resides on a barrier island in Florida with her husband and two Russian Blues. Visit her online at her www.amyatwell.com, What’s The Story? and Magical Musings blogs, Facebook, Twitter and/or GoodReads.